Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 467 You Also Have This Day

His eyes were filled with insane rage, fierce and terrifying as he gnashed his teeth and roared.

It must be said, he truly underestimated the Snow Drinking Blade in Ye Ling’s hands.

The power of this blade was absolutely incomparable to that of ordinary sacred weapons!

The emaciated old man could no longer care about anything else, crazily throwing the pitch-black dagger in his hand, brutally aiming for Ye Ling’s head.

Ye Ling’s pupils suddenly shrank, his figure swiftly retreating, but the speed of the emaciated old man’s pitch-black dagger was too fast. Just as Ye Ling had started to move back, the pitch-black dagger had already reached his face.

"Damn it!" Ye Ling cursed under his breath, his body shifting, frantically moving to the side.

"Shrilala!"

Just then, a mass of black mist suddenly spread in front of Ye Ling.

Ye Ling’s face turned pale, he quickly turned around, using the Snow Drinking Blade to shield his body as a terrifying sharpness pierced directly into the blade.

"Clang!"

A crisp collision sound rang out, Ye Ling’s base of the palm split instantaneously, blood dripping from it onto the Snow Drinking Blade.

A tearing pain spread throughout his body.

Ye Ling gritted his teeth, retreating continuously, but the pitch-black dagger relentlessly pursued, brutally stabbing towards Ye Ling’s chest as if it wanted to ruthlessly pierce through it.

Twisting his body, Ye Ling shook his arm forcefully, swinging the Snow Drinking Blade sideways to block the pitch-black dagger.

His body shook violently, the terrible shockwave inside making Ye Ling unable to restrain himself from spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Thump."

Ye Ling fell straight to the ground, his face deathly pale, his body slightly twitching, his complexion as pale as paper, looking extremely miserable.

Seeing Ye Ling like this, the emaciated old man’s heart burst with joy, laughing loudly, "Hahaha! You little bastard, you finally got your day!"

"Now, I’ll give you one last chance, just kneel before my feet and give me nine hundred and ninety-nine kowtows, and I can let you die a quicker death."

"Otherwise, soon I will make you wish you were dead yet unable to die!"

The emaciated old man laughed ferociously, his gaze vicious beyond measure, his ferocious appearance like that of a venomous snake.

"In your dreams!"

Ye Ling snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.

As soon as the words fell, a vibrant green light full of vitality instantly enveloped Ye Ling, the one acting was the Celestial Tree!

Ye Ling’s injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The terrifying vitality not only healed Ye Ling’s wounds but also nourished his physique.

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"Boy, you actually have such a heaven-defying treasure!" The emaciated old man licked his blood-red lips, his pupils revealing a covetous gleam, greed flashing continuously in his eyes.

"Hehe, not bad, very good indeed! It seems you have many valuables on you, but what of it, once I kill you later, I’ll take them all, saving the waste!"

The emaciated old man laughed loudly, his ferocious cheeks showing even more frenzy and excitement.

"Boy, come meet your death!"

The emaciated old man’s body violently burst forth, the terrifying black mist directly gathering in midair to form a fearsome skull, which opened its mouth and roared fiercely as it bit towards Ye Ling.

The skeleton was ghastly and terrifying, its sharp fangs complemented by a densely spiked mouth, presenting a visage of ultimate horror.

Moreover, the skeleton emitted a chilling and fearsome coldness.

Once bitten by the skeleton, it would not be a minor issue but one would definitely be frozen solid, transforming into an ice sculpture.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, his body hurtling forward at breakneck speed with the Snow Drinking Blade swirling madly in his hand. Brilliant, dazzling blades of light furiously blasted forward, intercepting the skeleton’s advance.

"Crack, creak..."

Sparks continually burst from the skeleton’s body, but quickly it returned to normal and continued to rush towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling’s eyes widened, his face contorted with fierceness as the True Qi within his body swept out wildly, furiously channeling into the Snow Drinking Blade. The fearsome True Qi was crazily infused into the blade.

But the moment the blade’s light touched the skeleton, it vanished without a trace, and the terrifying cold still assaulted Ye Ling.

Ye Ling sidestepped, avoiding the encroachment of the chilling cold as a trail of blood slowly slid down his neck.

Feeling the aura emanating from the skeleton, a sense of powerlessness surged in Ye Ling’s heart.

His eyes were filled with shock as he had already exhausted all his techniques.

With the Saint’s bone lacking Spiritual Energy and unable to release its power again, was this really where he was going to fall?

Unwilling!

Ye Ling could not be content with just losing to a worthless thing; however, in a head-on clash, he was bound to lose without a doubt!

The skeleton stepped forward, lifting its foot and stomping heavily towards Ye Ling’s abdomen.

With the foot falling, Ye Ling was sent flying, his body tracing a beautiful arc in mid-air before brutally smashing into the ground.

"Little beast, I hadn’t expected your physical body to be so tough, able to withstand my attack. But no matter how strong you are, you still can’t escape my clutches!"

The gaunt old man cackled menacingly, mockery flashing in his eyes as he hurriedly said to the skeleton, "Have fun, but remember to let him taste all the torments of the world before letting him die easily; it would be too cheap otherwise!"

"Understood, Master," the skeleton respectfully bowed and replied.

Then it lifted its foot and stomped down ferociously towards Ye Ling.

Waves of terrible, sinister cold air swept crazily around, causing the temperature to drop dramatically.

"Damn!"

Seeing this, veins on Ye Ling’s forehead bulged as he frantically held the Snow Drinking Blade horizontally, attempting to block the skeleton’s assault. But before Ye Ling could react, the skeleton’s foot had already viciously kicked over.

A muffled "thump" sounded, and Ye Ling was kicked off, brutally crashing into a rock as blood spurted from his mouth.

"Pfft!"

Ye Ling rolled over, struggling to stand up, but as he did, his body shook violently, nearly falling back to the ground.

"You pathetic little scion, now you see how powerful I am, huh, heh heh!" the gaunt old man taunted Ye Ling mockingly, his face twisted menacingly as his eyes gleamed with a playful look.

He did not urge the skeleton to proceed immediately, appearing rather to relish a cat tormenting a mouse, eager to witness Ye Ling’s dying struggles.

Ye Ling clenched his teeth tightly, a whirlwind of emotions racing through his mind. Was he going to die here today?

No! I cannot die here, I will not accept it!